Words That Rhyme With Kink
Rating: R
Pairing: Akanishi Jin/Ueda Tatsuya
Disclaimer: This is fo realz. And toilets can fly.
Notes: For nihonjin_juriet because she is the Jin to my Ueda and ilhersmuch. Inspired by the JinDa pajama party episode in CKT. Mostly why I still have faith in that show.
^ Jin's reaction upon seeing said pajamas
Thus, this fic.
Words That Rhyme With Kink
~ 927 words
To say that Akanishi Jin is an absurdly jealous person would be the understatement of the century. Of course Ueda knew this was part of the deal when he agreed to enter whatever it was they’ve gottten themselves into (he doesn’t actually remember ever agreeing to anything but waking up every morning with Jin’s mouth against his neck is just something he could never refuse) but Jin pleading him to actually quit Romeo & Juliet because of a woman is just a little too much.
“You held her hand,” Jin half-whines as Ueda absently fumbles through his duffel bag, about to leave for work.
“For the last time, give it up. I’ll see you later.” Ueda grabs his coat and heads for the door with barely a kiss on the side of Jin’s mouth, gentle and light and bordering mocking. Jin takes his time rolling out of bed, having to practically drag his feet to the kitchen where he makes coffee for one, muttering grudgingly.
They haven’t had sex in hours and it’s driving him absolutely insane. He wonders if the deprivation has something to do with the death threats he had sent to the Romeo & Juliet staff regarding kissing scenes, which Ueda wasn't supposed to know about anyway for very obvious reasons. Jin claims it's Ryo's fault for telling Ueda about said death threats-
“I can’t believe you told on me, Ryo!”
“You signed them A.J., freak!”
“…Oh?”
-but it’s all out of the question anyway, Jin ponders. Maybe Ueda’s moved on. Maybe he likes actual women now. It doesn’t help either that AD-san just called up to inform him their agenda for the day involves spending the rest of the afternoon with some fat, middleage lady for a Cartoon KAT-TUN special.
“And Akanishi-kun, pack a pajama set for tonight. You will need it for filming,” AD-san adds before hanging up.
Monday mornings are very strange, Jin decides.
*
Twelve hours later brings Jin to the apartment of a fat, middleage lady, surrounded by her fat, middleage lady friends. He is initially frightened but just grows bored eventually and AD-san has to keep flashing him “look happy” signboards.
Minutes later, Jin is being forced to change into pajamas. Pajamas that he borrowed from Ueda. That got them into another argument. That had them not going out for lunch. And suddenly he’s missing Ueda even more than he already does because damn his scent for clinging so strongly to the polka-dotted fabric and damn the polka-dotted fabric for being so soft and warm and nice to touch, but not as soft and warm and nice to touch as every inch of Ueda's skin.
In a strange (albeit completely normal by Cartoon KAT-TUN standards) turn of events, Jin finds himself wrestling one of the ladies to the ground, then there’s a commotion by the door, then Ueda’s stepping into the room in fucking pink pajamas.
Ueda gives him a tiny smile from across the room.
Jin glares. Holy hell.
Because Jin is a pervert.
Pink is his kink.
And Ueda knows it.
Knows it too damn well.
*
“Fuck you-” Jin growls as he pushes Ueda against the bed “and your fucking pink pajamas-” loops his fingers around the waistband of his soft cotton pants “and your hot little ass-” bites down a throbbing vein on his neck “and these damn buttons-” slides down to suck the buttons in between his teeth “for refusing to fucking open.”
Ueda usually wears either oversized shirts or absolutely nothing so buttons are completely foreign to Jin.
“You talk too much. And these-” Ueda gasps when the fabric tears and a loose button rolls idly to the floor “-aren’t mine.” He had intended to tell him to be a bit more careful but apparently it was already too late. Plus Jin’s tongue stirring inside his mouth made it really difficult to talk. Jin proceeds to feel Ueda's hardness through the pink cotton fabric if only to shut him up, then he quickly stiffens when Ueda’s eyes roll back, pinkish lips parting to call his name.
“On your knees tonight, babe.” Jin whispers against Ueda’s neck as he pulls him up only to push him back down on all fours, his breath heavy against the back of Ueda’s neck as he unbuckles his belt and unzips his pants (he knows Ueda hates it when he doesn’t fully strip down during sex, and angry!Ueda usually means awesome sex so, really, it's a win for him), thrusting rough and dry and raw all the way inside, reducing Ueda into a weak heap, just like the pink cotton fabric now bunched around his ankles. Ueda screams but Jin doesn’t stop because they both know it’ll get better in no time, as it always does with everything they do together.
Ueda almost always sleeps right away in the aftermath but he never forgets to hold Jin’s hand. Jin kisses his mouth softly and wraps him back up in whatever’s left of the pink pajamas. Damn his scent for clinging so strongly to the pink cotton fabric and damn the pink cotton fabric for being so soft and warm and nice to touch just like every inch of Ueda's skin, and damn Ueda for making everything in the world better and right and fucking beautiful, and damn Juliet and all those women if they think they could ever take Ueda because Jin would never hand him over. Ever.
*
Ueda comes in to work the next morning, neatly folded pink pajamas in hand.
“Thanks, Kame. They were great.” His smile (and his walk) is a little crooked.
Kame, who as usual is already one step ahead, lifts a perfectly sculpted knowing eyebrow. “Do I even want these back?”
Ueda doesn’t answer.
“Didn’t think so.”
End.
Pairing: Akanishi Jin/Ueda Tatsuya
Disclaimer: This is fo realz. And toilets can fly.
Notes: For nihonjin_juriet because she is the Jin to my Ueda and ilhersmuch. Inspired by the JinDa pajama party episode in CKT. Mostly why I still have faith in that show.
^ Jin's reaction upon seeing said pajamas
Thus, this fic.
Words That Rhyme With Kink
~ 927 words
To say that Akanishi Jin is an absurdly jealous person would be the understatement of the century. Of course Ueda knew this was part of the deal when he agreed to enter whatever it was they’ve gottten themselves into (he doesn’t actually remember ever agreeing to anything but waking up every morning with Jin’s mouth against his neck is just something he could never refuse) but Jin pleading him to actually quit Romeo & Juliet because of a woman is just a little too much.
“You held her hand,” Jin half-whines as Ueda absently fumbles through his duffel bag, about to leave for work.
“For the last time, give it up. I’ll see you later.” Ueda grabs his coat and heads for the door with barely a kiss on the side of Jin’s mouth, gentle and light and bordering mocking. Jin takes his time rolling out of bed, having to practically drag his feet to the kitchen where he makes coffee for one, muttering grudgingly.
They haven’t had sex in hours and it’s driving him absolutely insane. He wonders if the deprivation has something to do with the death threats he had sent to the Romeo & Juliet staff regarding kissing scenes, which Ueda wasn't supposed to know about anyway for very obvious reasons. Jin claims it's Ryo's fault for telling Ueda about said death threats-
“I can’t believe you told on me, Ryo!”
“You signed them A.J., freak!”
“…Oh?”
-but it’s all out of the question anyway, Jin ponders. Maybe Ueda’s moved on. Maybe he likes actual women now. It doesn’t help either that AD-san just called up to inform him their agenda for the day involves spending the rest of the afternoon with some fat, middleage lady for a Cartoon KAT-TUN special.
“And Akanishi-kun, pack a pajama set for tonight. You will need it for filming,” AD-san adds before hanging up.
Monday mornings are very strange, Jin decides.
*
Twelve hours later brings Jin to the apartment of a fat, middleage lady, surrounded by her fat, middleage lady friends. He is initially frightened but just grows bored eventually and AD-san has to keep flashing him “look happy” signboards.
Minutes later, Jin is being forced to change into pajamas. Pajamas that he borrowed from Ueda. That got them into another argument. That had them not going out for lunch. And suddenly he’s missing Ueda even more than he already does because damn his scent for clinging so strongly to the polka-dotted fabric and damn the polka-dotted fabric for being so soft and warm and nice to touch, but not as soft and warm and nice to touch as every inch of Ueda's skin.
In a strange (albeit completely normal by Cartoon KAT-TUN standards) turn of events, Jin finds himself wrestling one of the ladies to the ground, then there’s a commotion by the door, then Ueda’s stepping into the room in fucking pink pajamas.
Ueda gives him a tiny smile from across the room.
Jin glares. Holy hell.
Because Jin is a pervert.
Pink is his kink.
And Ueda knows it.
Knows it too damn well.
*
“Fuck you-” Jin growls as he pushes Ueda against the bed “and your fucking pink pajamas-” loops his fingers around the waistband of his soft cotton pants “and your hot little ass-” bites down a throbbing vein on his neck “and these damn buttons-” slides down to suck the buttons in between his teeth “for refusing to fucking open.”
Ueda usually wears either oversized shirts or absolutely nothing so buttons are completely foreign to Jin.
“You talk too much. And these-” Ueda gasps when the fabric tears and a loose button rolls idly to the floor “-aren’t mine.” He had intended to tell him to be a bit more careful but apparently it was already too late. Plus Jin’s tongue stirring inside his mouth made it really difficult to talk. Jin proceeds to feel Ueda's hardness through the pink cotton fabric if only to shut him up, then he quickly stiffens when Ueda’s eyes roll back, pinkish lips parting to call his name.
“On your knees tonight, babe.” Jin whispers against Ueda’s neck as he pulls him up only to push him back down on all fours, his breath heavy against the back of Ueda’s neck as he unbuckles his belt and unzips his pants (he knows Ueda hates it when he doesn’t fully strip down during sex, and angry!Ueda usually means awesome sex so, really, it's a win for him), thrusting rough and dry and raw all the way inside, reducing Ueda into a weak heap, just like the pink cotton fabric now bunched around his ankles. Ueda screams but Jin doesn’t stop because they both know it’ll get better in no time, as it always does with everything they do together.
Ueda almost always sleeps right away in the aftermath but he never forgets to hold Jin’s hand. Jin kisses his mouth softly and wraps him back up in whatever’s left of the pink pajamas. Damn his scent for clinging so strongly to the pink cotton fabric and damn the pink cotton fabric for being so soft and warm and nice to touch just like every inch of Ueda's skin, and damn Ueda for making everything in the world better and right and fucking beautiful, and damn Juliet and all those women if they think they could ever take Ueda because Jin would never hand him over. Ever.
*
Ueda comes in to work the next morning, neatly folded pink pajamas in hand.
“Thanks, Kame. They were great.” His smile (and his walk) is a little crooked.
Kame, who as usual is already one step ahead, lifts a perfectly sculpted knowing eyebrow. “Do I even want these back?”
Ueda doesn’t answer.
“Didn’t think so.”
End.